The scholars in the straight line between the glory and the evil dwelling were staggered by a sudden gust of wind. Fortunately, there were many people, and they helped each other to regain their feet, and another rain of beans fell on their heads.

You can bear to blow some small winds, but if you don't run away from the heavy rain, you will be a fool.

The soldiers shouted one after another, clasped their hands above their heads and ran out of the crowd. But as soon as he ran two steps, he was stunned, and looked up at the sky, where the sky was clear, windless and rainless.

Looking back behind me, it was windy and rainy.

Just a stone's throw away, but it's two completely different weather.

Hell yes!

Seeing that the wind and rain had created a broad avenue, Rong Fei immediately put away his magical powers, and the wind and rain stopped suddenly. Then they each grabbed one of Liu Yingrong and Zhu Leyao's arms, and their spiritual power ran to their legs, and when the scholars didn't have time to react, they rushed towards the gate of the Innocent Residence like an arrow from the string.

"What's that?"

"I didn't see it clearly, and it passed with a whoosh."

"What the hell is this?"

"The sky is blue and the sun is bright, what nonsense are you talking about."

Half an hour ago, Huang Liangyi ordered two students to wait at the gate to greet Rong Fei and Liu Yingrong. The two didn't leave for long, and they retreated back rather embarrassed.

"Teacher, it's full of people outside, and you can't get out at all."

"I've lost one of my shoes."

"Nonsense!"

A great Confucian clapped his legs and roared angrily with his beard blowing his beard and glaring at his eyes.

"What kind of system, the face of the scholar has been lost by this group of verticals. Go out and tell them all to go home and study, and whoever dares not listen, let him come and talk to my old man face to face."

"Why should Brother Jiepu be angry, it is the nature of young people to join in the fun. Besides, today is a rare literary scene in Kyoto City in recent years, so let them be presumptuous once."

Huang Liangyi, who was sitting on the lawn, waved his hand at Daru and said with a smile.

"It's okay to let them be presumptuous, but before the time comes, the water outside is impassable, so how is Rong Fei going to get in?"

Another great Confucian was a little worried.

"Hehe, Brother Wen Huai didn't forget that Rong Fei was still a monk, and this little thing couldn't stop him."

Huang Liangyi said with relief.

"He's not going to fight all the way in, is he?"

"Or simply take a group of fast arresters and arrest all those who stand in the way and send them to prison. After all, he is a ruthless person who even dares to arrest the third-grade masters. The holy woman of Qiankun Guan was not also slapped by him."

"Huh! Look, that's—"

A great Confucian suddenly stood up and pointed to the sky outside the wall in surprise.

When the great Confucians heard this, they hurriedly looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw a rain curtain almost a foot wide falling out of thin air, and the rain swept by the wind could be seen spilling around.

On both sides of the rain curtain, there is no wind and no rain, and the sun is shining.

A looming rainbow bridge also appeared above the rain curtain.

There is a hint of weirdness in the magnificence of the whole picture. z.br>

"Haha, it seems that the main lord has arrived, and you two should hurry up to meet it."

Huang Liangyi stroked his beard and laughed, and ordered two disciples to go to meet Rong Fei.

"Mr. Rong has arrived."

Rong Fei took Liu Yingrong and Zhu Leyao as soon as they rushed into the gate of the Innocent Residence and fell into shape, when they heard someone shouting.

Immediately, countless heads sprung up on the courtyard walls on the left, front, and right sides like mushrooms after a rain.

"Hello Mr. Rong!"

Nearly 100 scholars greeted in unison as if they had been rehearsed in advance.

Rong Fei, who was caught off guard, was a little shocked, but he immediately reacted and returned the salute with a smile.

"Haha, what the people want, today's great Confucian, you should be right, and you should not be right."

Liu Yingrong unfolded the folding fan and said excitedly while fanning.

Zhu Leyao was triumphant, with a proud look

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In the garden in the center of the innocent house, hearing the unison of the scholars, Huang Liangyi sighed.

"It's been a long time since there has been such a long-awaited up-and-comer in Kyoto's literary scene."

"Forty-two years ago, on the palace, the emperor appointed the three yuan and the first, and the pen fell into the wind and thunder. Hahaha, Huang Sanyuan, don't you have the heart to win, and you want to argue with the younger generations."

Huang Sanyuan is another name for Huang Liangyi, and the person who laughed was Fang Datong, the mountain chief of Yaqin Academy, who was in the same scientific examination as Huang Liangyi that year.

"There have been talented people from all over the world, each leading the way for 40 years. Hahaha, an old bone, what is the best to fight, what is good to win, but it is quite gratifying."

The two disciples sent by Huang Liangyi hurriedly greeted Rong Fei and the three of them and bowed deeply.

"I've seen Mr. Rong, Liu Gongzi, and Zhu Gongzi. Three of you, please."

Rong Fei once again said goodbye to the fans on the wall and the ridge, and followed the two towards the central garden. During the period, passing through various courtyards, there will be Confucian scholars standing in front of the courtyard gate neatly and saluting Rong Fei.

"Mr. Liu Ji of Yueshan Academy wishes Mr. a victory."

"Guozi Prison Supervisor Pang Tong wishes Mr. Wenyun Changlong."

"Mr. Ling Xujie of White Deer Academy..."

"Mr. Zheng Ziqiu Zhu of Bailu Academy..."

The eyes of every Confucian scholar flashed with longing and admiration, which made Rong Fei a little fluttering and forgetful.

No wonder so many people in their previous lives wanted to be stars, this feeling of being surrounded by everyone is indeed quite cool.

Rong Fei slowed down and responded with a little head.

When he passed in front of Ling Xujie and Zheng Ziqiu, he smiled at the two.

"Ziqiu Ziqiu, Mr. Rong smiled at me, he smiled at me!"

Ling Xujie grabbed Zheng Ziqiu's shoulders and shouted excitedly.

Soon, Rong Fei and the three of them came to the garden in the center of the Innocence Residence.

Rockeries, streams, pavilions, bamboo forests, lawns...

In the garden, which is full of elegance and is like a picture scroll, fifteen great Confucians sit on the ground, or lean on the pillars, or use the strange stones at the foot of the rockery as stools, or stand tall and majestic, or play the piano and chess and close their eyes and meditate, all kinds of things, and so on... Strange.

The scene in front of him reminded Rong Fei of the famous and uninhibited Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest in the history of his previous life.

"Hahaha, if you miss the distance, you want to be surprised by Fencheng Bomo."

Huang Liangyi sat cross-legged on the lawn and smiled at Rong Fei, but he didn't mean to get up to greet him.

The rest of the Great Confucians were also very casual Chao Rongfei arched his hand or nodded, even if he had said hello.

There were only two big Confucians with serious expressions, looking Rong Fei up and down, with a posture of scrutiny.

"Dean Huang's words are serious, it's the kid who is flattered."

"Fencheng Bomo should be restrained and sit down at will."

Huang Liangyi pointed his finger on the lawn.

When Rong Fei heard this, he went to sit down opposite Huang Liangyi, while Liu Yingrong and Zhu Leyao found a place to stand not far behind Rong Fei.

"Today's banquet is in a hurry, it's really our group of old guys who are very bored, I heard that there is a great young talent in Kyoto City recently, and I can't bear it, so I want to invite you over to see it with my own eyes, I didn't prepare the delicacies of the mountains and seas, only the old man brought some fresh fruit and turbid wine from his home, Fencheng Bo Ke don't dislike it."

Huang Liangyi said, raised his hand and clapped it twice, and immediately a team of his students and disciples came over with food plates, and placed all kinds of melons, fruits, and drinks that had been prepared on the lawn.

The Confucians, who were originally scattered around, also gathered one after another and automatically sat in a circle.

"Look at me, an old fool, Uncle Fencheng has only been in Kyoto for a short time, and he doesn't know anyone here, but he is drinking some kind of wine. Since I am the Lord, let me make an example first."

After that, Huang Liangyi poured the big sea bowl in front of him full of turbid rice wine floating with turquoise rice grains, and held up his hands like a high-roller in the rivers and lakes and said respectfully.

"The old man and the son of the country are supervising the wine Huang Liangyi, and respecting the uncle of Fencheng."

"Fang Datong of Yaqin Academy, respect for Uncle Fencheng."

"Gao Bin of Yueshan Academy, respect Fen Chengbo."

If he hadn't known in advance that the fifteen people here were all famous Confucians, Rong Fei would have almost thought that he had gone to Liangshan.

This is like a great Confucian, and it is clearly a group of high-rollers.

Every time a great Confucian has introduced himself, he will pay tribute to Rong Fei with a bowl of wine.

Rong Fei, as a junior, can't refuse, so he can only return the favor.

Although it is just that the degree of self-brewed rice wine is not high, Rong Fei doesn't have much alcohol, plus he hasn't eaten at noon, and there is no bottom in his stomach, after fifteen bowls of rice wine in a row, his body has begun to sway from side to side, and his eyes have begun to become blurred.

Seeing this, Huang Liangyi secretly gave Gao Bin and Fang Datong beside him a look, and the two of them stood up with a smile, holding a wine bowl and saying to Rong Fei.

"Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue, can you not remember the south of the Yangtze River? Hahaha, the old man was born in Suizhou in the south, Suizhou is full of rivers and picturesque, just as depicted in Fencheng Bo's poem. At first hearing this song "Remembering Jiangnan", the old man couldn't help but feel homesick and burst into tears. Just for this poem, I should pay tribute to Fencheng Bo again."

"It's extreme, it's extreme, Fencheng Bo's poetry is brilliant, which makes us ashamed. Today is the time for his meeting, so it is better for Fenchengbo to write a poem on the spot, so that I can appreciate it."

"Why don't you just talk about this now?"

"Good, good!"

All the great Confucians responded one after another.